Come walk with me,
the waters are clear.
Swollen banks guard us,
we can watch light dance
hear the rill ramble and take
in the song of birds.
You ask me have I ever loved
someone besides your mother?
Have I ever felt the world was
not big enough to hold my heart?
Does not this stream at times over flow?
Cannot the rains drown the town
at the foot of the hills, by melting snows
to swell streams to rush, carve race
gully and flood, drive mud in avalanche.
You ask of love and I speak of water.
What can I tell you about love?
My son, no one can love for you.
It dies when it is clipped and sewn
into pockets of desire that it seeks to escape.
It dies and molds into hate when kept secret.
It becomes brambles tied around the heart
when you expect it to buy you a response.
Love like joy is a rain that pours freely from you.
Relationships are but a training ground, one
of many, to teach possible ways we can share.
Both our true gifts and love multiply and grow
when we share freely without regard for repayment.
While one should not throw out seed upon stone
nor plant without remembering to water and weed,
we should remember too, that all too often, flowers are
wont to grow in places we would least believe.
Die when we think there is no more we can do.
No one has a black thumb only expectations false
to the life of the plant or an unwillingness to allow
the life in its hands to be graced with understanding
a willingness to bless its needs. Too often,
we blame the flower, when it is the gardener
who created an impossible situation for the plant.
What does this have to do with you? How can you
have her love you as much as you do? Probably not
at all. You have want and need mixed up with love.
Each is a part of desire and you will be better served
when you can see each in the mirror of your soul.
Want is only about meeting what your ego demands.
People are hard pressed enough to live their own lives
without having to serve yours as well. Where is the love?
Need is a requirement. These are the things that let us
live. They are our responsibility, unless you think
someone else should live your life as well as theirs.
We exert our greatest control when meeting a need.
Is this what you would want someone to mean
when they say they love you? Even parents don’t
have this right to require their children to be their need.
Not if, they would have their children be all they can be.
Love only shows up when it is shared. It blossoms
when it is allowed to flow freely without regard
for need or want. We surrender to love, let ourselves
be the second thought in meeting love’s need.
When you can open yourself to her world
let her see freely into yours, as she will --
then, how can it be about loving more, when
you could never love less.
Come walk with me and let us watch the stream.
see if it feeds the roots or carves the bank to crisis.
As we move down the path, perhaps we will see
the work of beavers and if this brings relief to the race
and toss. Walk with me and find the hidden flowers
upon our path and drink the aroma while it lasts.
Tell me what you see and how it dances
in the arms of this feeling, this spirit, you call love.
12:06 AM
January 10th, 2009
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I must be getting old. I thought of how I would talk to my son. Even more, I happy I am when my son asks. How warm I feel when he tell me he wishes I could be his teacher. 
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Tomis
This was...i can't even think of a word to call it.
Wisdom perhaps the very thing i myself need to read. I feel i have failed my children miserbly right now. Things i can not say.
Thank you for sharing this walk and talk with your son.
I hope i have learned something if anything.
Love
~Lisa~
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May you let go of your loses and celebrate your gifts. The true ones like love only show up when they are shared and so share with your love ones. Do it only because you wish to and for no other reason. Celebrate anything in returned as the unasked for gift that it is. The past is over and can not be changed only walked away from. Declare what you are about hence forth. Live you life from your strength which is full of your joy and love.
Love, Tom B.
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excellent
wonderful long flow of words. And you used your words wisely. You came up with a excellent poem. I really loved it. It was a pleasure to read your work.
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This style was choosen because it is me talking to my son. Like most parents, I probably run on. Glad you found it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.
Love, Tom B.
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What a profound meditation on love. You find the wisdom in nature's hards, and you carve instruments out of your words to play her songs of love and life. This is an extraordinary write. Thank you for showing it to me. I was particularly taken by these lines: "we should remember too, that all too often, flowers are
wont to grow in places we would least believe." It made me think about the man I love. My "relationship" (for lack of a better term) is beatiful in its surprise. It's rare flowers grew out of unusual circumstances. Thank you for reminding me that love is seperate from what I think or want.
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Love is a daily lesson and when we celebrate what we have learned the world thanks us. There is no greater energy nor a form of action that carries us out of our neediness and self-centeredness. Love is not about us but about how we, all, share in what is about us.
Love, Tom B.
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Very Thoughtful Write
An amazing profound and informative poem rings many bells especially for parents with children (I have 3 children plus 2 grand children (and they are a plus)nicely written with some great well chosen imagery
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My son is only thirteen and not quite ready for this. I have poems, memories and other things collected so I may give them to him. I haven't been able to write things readily for him. I find them some of my hardest writes.
Thanks for enjoying this. I appreciate the comments and the understanding.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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ah my friend thank you
very well done
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Thought you would enjoy
Love, Tom B.
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I Am Moved
and have been in need of these words. There is a depth here that one could spend a lifetime reflecting on, some of us never understanding.
Niaish my brother for sharing this offering.
Silent Hawk
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Love only shows up in the sharing. It is the river, we are but the swimmers. Those who think they can hold a river in a jar or take ownership of its might are foolish and bound to disappointment.
I could go on at length but I think you are well served by what you perceive. My only hope is that it serves my son well in his time.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Oh this is absolutely wonderful! So full of imagery and meaning... you have painted such a profound picture with your words here. It was a sheer pleasure to read from beginning to end! Thanks for sharing this amazing piece!
Blessings,
Frogz~
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I think there is much I want to share with my son. I will use every avenue I can think of to do that. Here's hoping that it makes a difference.
Love, Tom B.
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Absolutey Amazing
But from you i expect noothing less. this is such a wondrful piece. Full of amazement and wonder of rich wisdom. the flow simply lush and rich with love. Well Done!!!!!
*Go with God* my friend,
Valerie
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Thanks for all the kind thoughts. I am glad I was right that you would enjoy this.
Love, Tom B.
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a very beautifull write, i feel myself rambling along with my own child as i read, thank you for sharing this lovely write
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Thanks. I wanted it to feel like you describe. It is nice to know I succeeded.
Love, Tom B.
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i have read this once before but its magic is well worth the second...MasterPoet you still hold the key
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A very soul searching profound and enlightening write
challenges your take on the very ordinary words in life that mean so much but are so often missused and
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Life's gifts show up in the sharing. We are entrusted with the spirit of the child. I can only do my best to share what little I have learned. Hopefully it gives him somehthing solid to build upon.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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What a wonderful way to explain love, no fancy terms, just the plain and simple truth as you see it. How much I enjoyed reading this, I read it throught twice and find it beautiful. Very well done Sheila
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So much of what we know is in our experience. Love confuses us because it steals our tongue and leaves us without a way to handle it with words. This is my attempt to give my son words and images that will help make love a gift and not just a high.
Love, Tom B.
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i lost my father in October and i can remember walks in the countryside when i was a child. we lived in a small village. i am sure i won't be the first to tell you this poem is magnificent and full of life.
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If it helps and touches you then I have done more than I could have hoped.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh my! Every time I log in and read a poem of yours, I cry, and know that you are so wise and think about this. love the quote you chose. I am just learning at my old age too! You use every poetic device and better than most. Yeah ! to the master of words!
Best wishes and a Hapoy New Years
Hugs,
Linda
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Remember not to bloat my ego, it becomes dangerously large
Thanks, for all the compliments. I try to write poems worth reading and I am glad this on is so...
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T, your ego can never become too large, for what I have learned in the last month is that if we don't coddle and love ourselves first, then none else can do it. Waking up for the first time in my life, I am just like a child taking baby steps. I am saving this poem to read to the group I meet with. Hope this will be alright with you.
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"hear the rill ramble and take
in the song of birds."
What a crisp, clear sound is heard through those words. ~sigh
Your 3rd stanza sweeps me! The movement in each line turns me like a whirlpool. Beautiful! Good answer to the questions. But as a child I detested questions for answers. Guess the poet in me needed deeper digging. LOL
"It dies and molds into hate when kept secret."
That line reminds me of love that is truly unconditional, no wavering, at all...
"we should remember too, that all too often, flowers [are]
wont to grow in places we would least believe."
I think you may have meant to remove the word "are" here.
Stanza 6
"While one should not throw out seed upon stone
nor plant without remembering to water and weed,
we should remember too, that all too often, flowers []are[]
wont to grow in places we would least believe.
[and we should never] blame the flower, when it is the gardener
who created an impossible situation for the plant."
The in between will be revealed to the child during or after life-experience. Those lines from;
"Die when we think there is no more we can do.
No one has a black thumb only expectations false
to the life of the plant or an unwillingness to allow
the life in its hands to be graced with understanding
a willingness to bless its needs. Too often,"
There is too much for me to grasp here. Maybe small teaspoons full at a time. I understand that this poem (letter) is to your child, and as parents we want them to know more, to not have to feel the pain we had to experience, we want to keep them from physical and emotional discord, safe...
Your son is for certain that you love him and this poem is a mountain of reasons, thoughts, life-equations as to why you love him.
Everything is here Thomas! I would love to be the fly on the walll when he is old enough to anaylize these words with you. Oh my what an encounter!
Wondrous!
"Giving time away" to ur children is a most precious gift to give!
Always ♥
Renee
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You are right. I want to protect him. At least, give enough sense that he will not be bruised too badly or broken when he crashes into a world that doesn't care. Since I know, life is a gift. I may not be here when he needs this. So I write. Do I think he will understand it all? No, he has no experience. But I hope my words are strong enough that they linger and provide aha's and epiphanies when needed. What more can I do?
Thanks for the thoughts, the review, the sharing. I appreciate more than words can show.
Love, Tom B.
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Tom, you are his teacher. Your thoughts help mold the adult he will become. I read your words and they always make me feel. I just sat here and sighed.
Love
Juls
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Thanks Juls. I try to live up to be a good example. These poems are just part of my finding ways to show I love him and care.
Love, Tom B.
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We all move through this life with something to pass forward; we are the teachers but too, we are the students. You "answer" with observation of what is natural, and how you have learned to intimately tie nature's wisdom to your own philosophies of life. This is as it should be and the receiver of such an answer only ever need look around them while in the midst of nature to remind. There are two parts here (stanzas 6 & 9) that meander a bit and dilute the potency of those stanzas preceeding, not in their whole, but in an unnecessary furthering. What did I bring away from this write? So much. I will pause right here to thank-you for sharing and sending me an invitation to read. But hands down, I absolutely became immersed in:
"dies when it is clipped and sewn
into pockets of desire that it seeks to escape.
It dies and molds into hate when kept secret.
It becomes brambles tied around the heart
when you expect it to buy you a response" for to show what love should never be is the wise route. We as humans should never doubt that the realms of love move beyond our mortal imaginations. Blue
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In a crazy way, I have been afraid of all that I have learned and how deeply it is tied into the way I see things whole. In a sense it all fits. That is perhaps the best description of my gift, if gift it be, I see the fits. If it doesn't dance I don't see the harmony, but in the stillness I can feel the way it graces its space and how others can match vibration or force and how much space is needed to create a larger place. In the ebb and flow of things and people there is a place where grace becomes.
Every once and a while I try to pass along what storms and strums inside my soul and bubbles in ferment's fumes to the rational side of my mind. I taste the words and images and try to pick those few that will give and entrance to my larger sight. This one is mostly water and life, love and life -- a feeling of the device of man a graceless tool unless willing to learn how feelings fuel the energy that brings with the dynamic gifts of being.
I am glad that in these whittled lines, my time of conversation, you found a sense of grace and places that held you with their vistas revealed. Who knows perhaps I shall try again to say in words what colors and flows and music and harmony I see as I wander loose in gardens so very few can sense or feel. Most are mesmerized by a scent, a feeling, like blind men and elephants -- some hold their breath and close their eyes and think they have made it all disappear -- Light is its own concourse.
I ramble. Please hear the sound of my thanks and how your words danced in my heart.
Love, Tom B.
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Great work
Tragitiy has its moments,, as I always say they come in two or threes,, There is nothing comparing to loosing a life... Thats what keeps me writing... so keep that preicasia life you have. andEnjoylll Your friend in Poetry JackReed3
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I know too well the limits of time and how we spend it without regard for how quickly it comes to an end. I have heard to often the sad regrets for all the things parents or children forgot to say or left out for another day. This is a way to try to give more than I could if I left it all to chance or moments when I am not always at my best. Not so much a way of covering all the bases or protecting my ego as much as trying to leave him with a gift I can think of no other way to give.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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What beautiful thoughts you have shared here.
A loving, caring write full of life experience and wisdom.
"Love like joy is a rain that pours freely from you"
I thoroughly enjoyed the read.
Very well done.
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Thank you very much. I am never sure that what I want to share on a subject will be well received or that five months from now I won't think it is trite. Responses and reviews like yours help me see that this is perhaps an exception.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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wellbegone
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Thanks, my friend. So much of parenting is rising to acknowledge how little you know and how much you must be willing to learn. I am learning all the time. I want to be sure I leave him good stuff that will remind him, he was and is always loved, share with him what little I know that passes for wisdom and leave him with images that will help him know a father's love.
Love,
Tom B.
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FAVORITE!
You have outdone yourself here, and I mean it! This piece could teach everyone about love, through metaphors, as well as surface meanings. Your words speak wisdom that many do not fathom to hold in their lifetimes. Keep up the great work, good luck in the contest, and hopefully, your son will admire these words from his teacher!
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Thanks, your review is a wonderful compliment. Since life is all too short and I started having a kid late, I write these things to, about, and for him so I can give them to him when he graduates high school or he can find them if I leave too soon. Just, one more way to say, "I love you."
Love,
Tom B.
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The guiding light of love is surrounded by shadows and we are hard pressed to muddle our way through them But without these shadows we can never know if the light is true. You give, without measure, such wonderful lessons, to guide us along our way... I am sure that one day your son will also treasure these words for the powerful gifts within.
cia
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Thanks, Cia. My son is a delight even if he is suffering from all the hormonal damage of thirteen. I promised myself that I would write things like this to him so I could give him a collection of thoughts, memories, insights. Glad you see this as a good one. Hopefully, I don't screw up this father business, humbling as it is, too badly.
Love,
Tom B.
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don't ever feel that you ask too much or too often. How else would I have a chance to be allowed to share in such intensity , such tenderness and such wisdom [especially being that I have been here so seldom, but that has its reasons] and I hope to be able to purge them , therefore this hiatus of mine. Once again your words touched deep for too many reasons that I can even begin to list [one being that I have such letters or poems for my own son]not on here , but some in a folder and others already given to him.Odd thing is, he used to come to me with things like that [actually still does] and I hope that as a mother I can do justice to what I as a woman have to share with a son [a man]So far it seems to prove that I have and I have no doubt that your son will treasure these more than anything else you can give him [meaning material things] and his teacher youare indeed and he will only realise that much later, the same as I am just now starting to really see my mom not only as a mom , but thye teacher that taught me to live and walk gently, never to judge anyone or anything by looks, creed, religion or situations they might be in as I see them [strangers]And the tears flow now everytime I start wondering if I ever thanked her...urghhhhhh, don't wnt to go there now. But I find this not only to be a gift to your son [it is a gift to everyone wo is priviliged to read it] A teacher indeed my friend and one who teaches not only with words , but guides by examole as well,
thanks for sharing and please continue to do so,
may love walk beside you always and may kindness be your constant companion,
much love always,
Reenie
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I know I must of done something right to have touched so deep. Thank you. I may one day learn to do this very well. I think we really do stand a chance of improving with age
May the days be graceful and the dance full of light.
Love, Tom B.
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just an excellent write filled withwisdom. Perhaps a walk all fathers should take with their children. again excellent.
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Thanks, It is nice to know I sound wise once and awhile.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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life is in every line I have read, life is beautiful with love...and you are his teacher..a reflection of your spirit is walking beside you calling you daddy...just think from the moment he was conceived your DNA layed the foundation. I adored this read it was amazingly wonderful.......novy
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Thanks novy,
I have always figured that we don't talk about feelings and what they mean or spirituality, beyond believe. These are the things that cause confusion and drive actions. Reasons are made up after the behavior, the behavior is driven by desires, wants, emotions, and so I believe this is what we should talk about.
Love, Tom B.
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...maybe he is still too young to realize you are his teacher, always have been and always will be...
print this out and give it to him. the best gift a father can give are words like these.
Love, Lane
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I decided when he was born that I would write my thoughts and memories about him and to him when I could. When the time felt right, I would give them all to him. They are not as easy to write as I thought they would be. Still, I take what I can from the thin air of my creative magic. Like any parent, I do the best that I can with what I have.
Thanks for the loving thoughts. May magic tickle you and leave smiles in its wake.
Love,
Tom B.
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Intense
Great piece but as a minimalist, I can't help thinking it could be shorter
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I know it is true. Minimalist stylings allow for deep and intense moments of poetry. For this piece, written as a gift for my son, I felt a more conversational tone was necessary. It is part of the art, I think, to learn many styles and plant the correct poem in the right one. If only, it were as easy as I have made it sound.
Thanks for the support,
Tom B.
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this is amazing. it's very perceptive and makes me wish that everyone could express themselves so beautifully.
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Artists create, be it with wood, paint, stone or words. Others may be healers or farmers or any of the other true gifts from God. Yes, it would be a wonderous and life changing event if we all became clear and tender in our communication. A great deal of fear would perish.
Thanks for the kind words. May you find the gifts of joy unfolding in your heart.
Love, Tom B.
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this is beautiful. I wish my father and my husband had words like that to express. Very soul felt
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Thank you. We give from the gifts we are born with. I am sure they find ways of sharing their love that creates Light in your heart. Focus on sharing your gifts with theirs and the beauty of my words will pale in comparison.
Love,
Tom B.
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This is wonderful and made me think about myself in a unique way ... I like all of the lessons it teaches and the beauty of the words. I think the end is especially poetic. Thank you
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Much of what I want to share with him will always be in parable. Metaphors are often pictures taken by the soul. Parents are entrusted with a soul. Love is one of God's gifts for taking on the job.
Love,
Tom B.
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It dies when it is clipped and sewn
into pockets of desire that seek to escape.
It dies and molds into hate when kept secret.
It becomes brambles tied around the heart
when you expect it to buy you a response.
i remember i leant this lesson a few years ago and you gave me the same beautiful advice that taught me well
you are my inspiration Tom
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You honor me. I am humbled by such praise.
Life is a lesson. We must decipher what we are to learn. Death is the end of our education. The reward is a larger, richer life where the spirit is a trout leaping from a sharp chilled stream.
Thank you for telling me. I never knew and I am richer for knowing.
Love, Tom B.
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This is a beautiful poem, the best defining of love that I have heard yet. It's amazing to me that someone understands the world as well as you do, and I believe that any son would be proud to have you as a father. Thank you for sharing this with me. I learn new things every day.
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Thank you, you make an old man proud. I am fifty-eight, my son thirteen. I figure I may not have all the time in the world to share all my thoughts. So I write these poems so he may have more from me then, just, the time we have had together.
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It's a wonderful idea.
My son died just over a year ago, and I wish I had something to remember him by. I think your son will appreciate your poems a lot.
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These are words I wish I could say to my son but he would not understand them he has his own way of talking and listening he would not understand me.Your son should be really proud of you and the person that you are.You should enter this in a contest it would win.Very philosphical.Great job glad I got the chance to read this,it made me feel happy.
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All we can do as parents is share what little we have garnered from living. Often I think my son has not heard a word and he comes back months later and goes, "remember when you said .... I was thinking about it and you know I decided ..." He surprises me often with how much he retains. So I pour in the good stuff and pray.
Love, Tom B.
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you do certainly have some beautiful and well expressed sentiments in this piece. It is refreshing to read something so lovely and it speaks volumes right to the heart! I enjoyed this and thank you for sharing
Lena
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Thank you. Your review is a gift. I tried to keep it simple. In truth when I was far younger, I realized that life is simple, it is people who complicate it.
Love, Tom B.
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Wow you summed up so beautifully the true meaning in the word so often misused and that is LOVE!! Wow the imagery and conversation is so beautiful between a Father and His Son...I so admire your work here it is so simple really yet so very profound and often most never truly find it. True Love without those expectations. The beauty of nature tied into the lesson of life through the wondrous beauty and turbulence of love. Oh to love to freely is what love is truly about!
Your heart and soul is so beautiful. This is just a beautiful and brilliantly written poem with the most precious gift of wisdom and that would be LOVE!!!
Thank you for sharing with me and I bet you win the gold in this one for it is breath taking. Best wishes in the contest my friend.
Oh and I hope your son soaks up every bit of love and wisdom that you bestow upon him
Wishing You Many Blessings
Happy New Year Too,
Much Love Always,
Kelle Marie
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I am honored by your review.
I write these poems to my son, he is thirteen and I am fifty-eight, in the hope that should I not have time to share them with them, he can find them and know what I wanted him to have and find the memories I wanted to share.
I know, he learns best by my example. I would love to say I walk always in the Light or I am a great example of love's gift, but I know I fall short far to often. When he is caught in the plight of ego's wants, heart's desire and spirit's promise, I hope my attempts at passing on my lessons, memories of him that I love will bring him a sense of grace that eases the angst of his journey.
I believe that we can only pour out the good stuff as much as we can. Hope that when they are in need, they remember something we passed along and that it provides answer or prevents fall. Being a parent is so much a matter of honoring a trust given by God to be a shepard of a spirit and give it as much opportunity as possible to find its own wings. It is a humbling task that teaches us much about ourselves in the process. God's gifts always work best when they are shared.
Love,
Tom B.
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the wise loving words of a Father to his son...soft emotions compared to Nature flow from one heart to the other...loves everlasting question floating on the air...sighs...You my MasterPoet have truly taken my breath away with this master piece...your son is a luck child to have a Father as wise and loving as you
winner for sure
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It is far more important what I learn from my child. This is but a sharing of my journey and hoping that my mistakes along the way do not harvest bitter fruits I would seed his garden with. I am not always positive, I am not always the most shining example. I try to hold space for questions and dialouge. I pray I do it well enough.
Thanks for sharing your joy in return. May your day dance with the discovery of hidden sources of joy.
Love, Tom B.
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Thank you for this wonderful gift, I know when my boys who are now grown men hug me and kiss me on the cheek saying I love you, i have done alright. A wonderful piece it is for a lifetime. My best wishes.
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You did wonderfully and thank you for sharing the joy and how it touched with me. Sharing the gift of love makes it far easier for all of us to share our fears and seek help when we need to. Be blessed.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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we are our children's first teachers.. of life, love and the fullfillment of lessons untold.
although this was meant for your son, i could also see a speech for the daughter. as if i were walking beside you. your words are ever so inspiring and creates a fact of reality. i love how the metaphors drops so quickly you don't realize what is going on.
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Thanks Holly, boy or girl when you speak from your heart, it is all poetic and meaningful. The more it touches them, often the more they have to act like it hasn't touched them at all. As parents we set limits and share our experience in the hope it shall smooth their own path and bless them with more positive discoveries. Mostly as parents, we pray.
Love, Tom B.
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Love how you are there explaining all this to your child, and profound I might add...loved it.
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Thank you for sharing your joy. Part of loving and raising your child is sharing all the good stuff you have with them. They hear it, even when they are not sure of all that you mean. They hold on to it because it is a gift from you, their parent. As a parent, I try to be aware that for all my responsibilty for my child, my control is an illusion that becomes more obvious the older he becomes.
Love, Tom B.
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wow
Love only shows up when it is shared. It blossoms
when it is allowed to flow freely without regard
for need or want. We surrender to love, let ourselves be the second thought in meeting love’s need.
this Sir Tomis is a truely beautiful piece of art...
anyone would be proud to have a teacher as you.
Stay Safe
Suz
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I have been told I am a teacher. I think I am finally coming to believe it. In believing it to be true I am beginning to let it show.It blossoms as we hold it to be true.
I hold the world is true to how we create it. If we create with the truth, we get in return what is true. WE DON'T CREATE WITH DREAMS.
Dreams are what we bring into being by working with what we have to create them.
We have to deal with the world the way it is and see it clearly, inspite of all our attitudes and biases. Then, we live our lives as examples of the way we want it to be.
Love, Tom B.
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Too often, we blame the flower,
when it is the gardener who created an impossible situation for the flower.
Okay, you asked for it, so here it is.
This poem reminds me of a favorite book by Mitch Albom, called the Five People You Meet in Heaven.
Of the five people Eddie meets, his wife, his one true love is the ONLY person he misses from his life.
I find solace in that, but I also want to cry, because my one true love has yet to surface.
I've loved sure, but not the kind of love that'll be waiting for me when or if I ever get there.
Not the kind I want to protect, cherish, uphold above my life, future, or dreams.
This is a most important time for your son.
It brings tears to my eyes, and swelling pride to my heart, even though I dont know him.
He has you for a father, and in that. . he has someone who truly knows.
One more thing I just remembered,
Many years ago, I asked my father if there was ever a woman he loved more than my Mama.
My poem He Remembers California is a testament to that conversation.
Everything I thought I knew about my parents' relationship was turned on it's ear, and I was so touched by his story.
Okay, sorry, many many things went through my mind when I read this.
thank you for sharing it with me, I am honored.
I send you and your family Love Tom.
For now, and some for later.
Jin
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Read the book, loved it.
When you stop looking, you will focus on being the person you want to be loved by. The one true (underline) love you are looking for will appear because you are ready to share who you are with them. Do not seek the rain for it makes the droughts that much harder to bear.
The point when we find out just how human our parents are changes us forever.
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I stopped looking outside of myself long ago Tom.
I realized too many obvious difficulties stem from wanting another to love someone I couldnt love myself.
That line about the droughts is profound.
My parents. . .yeah, just finding out that they'd actually loved each other wildly once was enough for me to understand. -
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It is always good to hear how you have been blessed. It is not only about becoming lovable. It is often in learning to share we realize who we want to share with and about how sharing is not what we get in return but in celebrating together the joy we feel we are receiving. Passion makes us so vulnerable.
We are astounded to discover those we treated as gods could have such beautiful feet of clay.
Love, Tom B.
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I liked the second stanza most of all
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May your nights have a gentle rain that brings you flowers for the morning.
Love,
Tom B.
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Even anonymous I'd know the hand and voice that gives us such heart in a poem, this is breathtaking and I hope you get this recorded and put it away for him as a keepsake. It will be a cherished hand me down. Sigh poetry as it should be C
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God, this is long winded. But, I hope not overly long. I have a list of poems, this is in it, that I keep for him to read when ever he is ready. I thought I would have a lot written by now. Unfortunately, they are all the hardest poems for me to write. One by one they grow into place and I keep them together for him to hold both for now and when I can no longer add to them. Thanks for knowing me so well.
Love, Tom B.
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